Fine Dining

My dining experiences have mainly been limited to chains, or cheapish restaurants. But in this day-and-age, with bargain basement deals flying into my inbox quicker than I know what to do with, and being in one of the best cities for eating out in the world, fine-dining is at last an option.
So last Saturday, the man and I headed to the Kings Road for a bit of meaty goodness at Marco Pierre White’s Steakhouse. Clutching our voucher we joined the cue of diners waiting to be seated (who were also clutching their vouchers) and proceeded to spend a very pleasant hour and a half eating yummy food and being waited on by smart looking European men dressed in black.
The steak was delicious, as was the sides. I enjoyed my water being poured in a wine glass. I also enjoyed the said men in black magically appearing to refill my wine  (which was also very good). All this was rubbish in comparison to the exquisite crème brule that I devoured before I had to share too much with my other half.
There was cloth napkins, crisp white tablecloths and the toilets were, of course, lovely,  but I have to say, I would not go there again unless it was with another deal. The fact is, the food was just not worth the full price it commands. Am I cheap? Maybe, but in the Kings Road Steakhouse you’re not paying for the food, you’re paying for the brand.